"Balls?" Asked Naz, in confusion.
"Good idea!" Josey laughed. Then, she thwomped her leg so hard into Johnson's privet area, it could've made a sentinel cry. Jackson and Thompson swiftly turned their heads to look at him. Jackson left go of Naz, and Johnson dropped Josey on the floor the second she hit him.
"I don't think he's all program..." Sniggered Naz, helping Josey to her feet.
"I may be a program," started Johnson in a high-pitched voice, "but human features apply to everyone."
"We don't just look like men...." Started Jackson,
"We are men." Thompson finished.
"Well you see, if you had Female agents, and not just Male agents, that wouldn't have happened." Sighed Josey, sympathetically and not just sarcastically. Naz and Josey began to walk off, slowly speeding up into a run. They got pretty far until they walked past a grocery store. Three agents walked out of the grocery store, the same three agents as before.
"Oh great!" Moaned Naz, sarcastically, and the three agents handcuffed them, and escorted them back to the car.
* * * * * * * * *
"Voice broken, nuts fixed I see?" Smiled Josey, smugly and sarcastically. Johnson growled from the driver's seat of the car, but Jackson gave him a mental warning telling him to calm down. Naz and Josey sat next to each other on the right side of the car, and Thompson had sat in the back to keep an eye on them. No such luck!
"I'm boooorrrrrred!!" Complained Naz. She managed to bend her arms into her pocket and pull out two red lollies. Josey took one and ripped the wrapper off. She stuck it into her mouth.
"Thanks!" Josey said with joy.
"I can't get the wrapper off!!!" Whined Naz. Josey gave took the lolly off Naz and ripped the wrapper off, handing it back to her.
"How did you do that?" Asked Thompson, intrigued.
"My brother tied up my hands a lot when we were younger. You get used to situations like these." Answered Josey, with ease.
"Like I said before," reminded Naz, "I'M BORED!!!"
"Hey, mister, are we there yet?" Called Josey, as if she was a five year old.
"Patience is required." Replied Jackson, irritated.
"I don't think that rule applies when you've been arrested." Smirked Naz. She was planning something, and Josey knew just how to react. "So, because of that, we get to annoy you like hell until we reach our destination!"
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Squealed Josey, going high-pitched. Josey began to chew on her arm. Thompson went to stop her, but Josey turned and looked at him evilly. "MY ARM!" She insisted.
"And you know what? With all that precious, life-giving energy that I must replenish, I drank a 'V' today. You may feel tormented now." Naz assured them. Naz started hitting her head against the car window, as Josey continued to chew on her arm. Naz began stamping her feet frantically on the floor, disrupting Johnson's driving. Josey began coming out with long car journey remarks.
"Are we there yet? I'm boooooooored! Can we stop? I'm hunnnnnngry! My legs have fallen asleep! I'm tired. Are we there yet? I need to go to the bathroom! I need a drink! Are we there now? Hey, is that a duck? Oooh, what's that? Is that your mom, or a camel? Can I have some turnip? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Shouted Josey loudly, as always.
"Have we stopped?" Asked Naz, over the sound of Josey ranting. To answer her question, Johnson got out of the car. Suddenly, Naz and Josey were thrown out of the car, Josey landed on a wall.
"Hehehehehe. That was fun! Let's do that again!" Giggled Josey. Naz burst out in hysterics, leaning over to hold her ribs together.
"I don't understand." Complained Jackson. "We inflict pain on you and you respond in laughter?"
"Pain? How do you define pain?" Chortled Naz, still hopping up and down.
"Nerve damage?" Reasoned Thompson. Naz and Josey stopped laughing and looked at the bluntly.
"Obviously these life-forms have not heard of comedy and sarcasm. Would you like to enlighten them?" Sniffed Josey. Naz pulled herself together and made herself look as presentable as a handcuffed 14-year-old girl in school uniform could.
"It seems you have been living two lives... no wait! Forget I said that! We know about the matrix, and your plans to destroy the city of Zion. We also know you make slaves of humans by using them as batteries and that we are now in big pink goo pods, that's how and why we laugh at your attempts at making us miserable. Because as we all know without purpose we would not exist, damnit no wait, forget I said that too. Because we know that we aren't really here, and that we cannot get hurt here. And please don't say the mind makes it real, because it seems that you've met us. So you would know that there is nothing that could possibly, in our cases, make it real. Thank you for listening. We will now return to the scheduled program." Rushed Naz, taking a deep breath before hand and not leaving a single gap in between words. Then, she and Josey understood the unintended pun and burst out laughing all over again.
"Time for interrogation." Ordered Johnson. Jackson grabbed Josey and Thompson grabbed Naz, and they were both dragged up to the interrogation room.
* * * * * * * *
Naz took her seat and looked up at the camera that was zooming in and out on her every now and then. She poked her tongue out and did a weird face. Johnson entered and she straightened herself out. Johnson took his seat in front of Naz and placed a big purple folder on the table.
"It seems, Miss John, that you have been living two lives-" Started Johnson.
"Where's Josey?" Interrupted Naz.
"May we continue?"
"Nope, not until you tell me where Josey is!"
"Next door. Jackson and Thompson are interrogating her."
* * * * * * (Next door) * * * * * *
"It seems, Mr.Anderson, that you have been living two lives...." Recited Josey. Jackson sat in front of her, and there was a red folder on the desk, looking very confused and startled.
"What are you doing?" He asked, blocking out mental messages from Thompson telling him to kill her.
"Huh? I honestly don't know! I keep getting this nagging feeling that I've been here before, but in your seat." Replied Josey, absent minded, as always.
"Hmmmmmmm....." Jackson wanted to wait for a message from Johnson before proceeding with the interrogation, in case there was a special way to deal with Josey in these situations.
* * * * * * (Back with Johnson and Naz) * * * * * *
"We will proceed! In one life, you are Natalie M-E. John. You are attendee of the welsh comprehensive school of Gŵyr, you live with your family which runs a pub, and you even do your own paper round in the mornings before school. In the other, you go by the hacker alias 'Haze' but are known by others as Naz. You are guilty of virtually nothing, but we can't help that now can we. Although, you are guilty of depriving a respectable software company of it's dignity by changing the sign of it's website to 'BJWorld'. Now, the reason why you're here. You're here because you know too much, and so does Miss Cheval, though; she is more dangerous due to the fact she talks about the Matrix in her sleep. My colleges and I have reason to believe you know where Agent exile Smith and Mr. Anderson are. Share your marvel with us...."
* * * * * * (Josey's interrogation) * * * * * *
"It seems, Miss Cheval, that you have been living two lives. In one life you are Joanne E. Cheval, you attend the welsh comprehensive school of Gŵyr. You live with your family, who more of less run a swimming club and do more work than the head coach ever could, you're excited about your birthday on Easter and you like to make other people happy. In the other life, you are Josey. You spend all your spare time on the computer discussing the Matrix and your dreams with Miss John and you don't have a clue on how to hack. Now, the reason why you're here. You're here because you are liable of giving out information on the Matrix while sleeping. Which brings me to a point, when you fell asleep during class today, do you know if you were talking or not?"
"Apparently I was, but I don't recall the happening. Naz said I called out 'Mr.Anderson' and that I was in the scene in the park with the big fight sequence. As I recall, Thompson? You were there?" Josey was an open book. Thompson Grunted disapproving of her knowledge.
"Did Miss John use an excuse for your actions?" Asked Jackson.
"I don't know! But when I woke up, I had a pair of gym socks in my mouth. That, to me, suggests that she wanted me to be mis-understandable. I do not blame her for her actions, as she did not have a pillow and she also did not want a black eye from waking me up." Carried on Josey.
"Understood. My colleges and I have reason to believe you know Mr.Anderson's and exile Agent Smith's whereabouts? Would you be so kind to enlighten us...?"
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Read the next chapter to find out exactly what Naz and Josey say. This is our reactions to being captured. We tend to have this effect on people....
~ ~ ~ ~ Josey ~ ~ ~ ~
"Good idea!" Josey laughed. Then, she thwomped her leg so hard into Johnson's privet area, it could've made a sentinel cry. Jackson and Thompson swiftly turned their heads to look at him. Jackson left go of Naz, and Johnson dropped Josey on the floor the second she hit him.
"I don't think he's all program..." Sniggered Naz, helping Josey to her feet.
"I may be a program," started Johnson in a high-pitched voice, "but human features apply to everyone."
"We don't just look like men...." Started Jackson,
"We are men." Thompson finished.
"Well you see, if you had Female agents, and not just Male agents, that wouldn't have happened." Sighed Josey, sympathetically and not just sarcastically. Naz and Josey began to walk off, slowly speeding up into a run. They got pretty far until they walked past a grocery store. Three agents walked out of the grocery store, the same three agents as before.
"Oh great!" Moaned Naz, sarcastically, and the three agents handcuffed them, and escorted them back to the car.
* * * * * * * * *
"Voice broken, nuts fixed I see?" Smiled Josey, smugly and sarcastically. Johnson growled from the driver's seat of the car, but Jackson gave him a mental warning telling him to calm down. Naz and Josey sat next to each other on the right side of the car, and Thompson had sat in the back to keep an eye on them. No such luck!
"I'm boooorrrrrred!!" Complained Naz. She managed to bend her arms into her pocket and pull out two red lollies. Josey took one and ripped the wrapper off. She stuck it into her mouth.
"Thanks!" Josey said with joy.
"I can't get the wrapper off!!!" Whined Naz. Josey gave took the lolly off Naz and ripped the wrapper off, handing it back to her.
"How did you do that?" Asked Thompson, intrigued.
"My brother tied up my hands a lot when we were younger. You get used to situations like these." Answered Josey, with ease.
"Like I said before," reminded Naz, "I'M BORED!!!"
"Hey, mister, are we there yet?" Called Josey, as if she was a five year old.
"Patience is required." Replied Jackson, irritated.
"I don't think that rule applies when you've been arrested." Smirked Naz. She was planning something, and Josey knew just how to react. "So, because of that, we get to annoy you like hell until we reach our destination!"
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Squealed Josey, going high-pitched. Josey began to chew on her arm. Thompson went to stop her, but Josey turned and looked at him evilly. "MY ARM!" She insisted.
"And you know what? With all that precious, life-giving energy that I must replenish, I drank a 'V' today. You may feel tormented now." Naz assured them. Naz started hitting her head against the car window, as Josey continued to chew on her arm. Naz began stamping her feet frantically on the floor, disrupting Johnson's driving. Josey began coming out with long car journey remarks.
"Are we there yet? I'm boooooooored! Can we stop? I'm hunnnnnngry! My legs have fallen asleep! I'm tired. Are we there yet? I need to go to the bathroom! I need a drink! Are we there now? Hey, is that a duck? Oooh, what's that? Is that your mom, or a camel? Can I have some turnip? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Shouted Josey loudly, as always.
"Have we stopped?" Asked Naz, over the sound of Josey ranting. To answer her question, Johnson got out of the car. Suddenly, Naz and Josey were thrown out of the car, Josey landed on a wall.
"Hehehehehe. That was fun! Let's do that again!" Giggled Josey. Naz burst out in hysterics, leaning over to hold her ribs together.
"I don't understand." Complained Jackson. "We inflict pain on you and you respond in laughter?"
"Pain? How do you define pain?" Chortled Naz, still hopping up and down.
"Nerve damage?" Reasoned Thompson. Naz and Josey stopped laughing and looked at the bluntly.
"Obviously these life-forms have not heard of comedy and sarcasm. Would you like to enlighten them?" Sniffed Josey. Naz pulled herself together and made herself look as presentable as a handcuffed 14-year-old girl in school uniform could.
"It seems you have been living two lives... no wait! Forget I said that! We know about the matrix, and your plans to destroy the city of Zion. We also know you make slaves of humans by using them as batteries and that we are now in big pink goo pods, that's how and why we laugh at your attempts at making us miserable. Because as we all know without purpose we would not exist, damnit no wait, forget I said that too. Because we know that we aren't really here, and that we cannot get hurt here. And please don't say the mind makes it real, because it seems that you've met us. So you would know that there is nothing that could possibly, in our cases, make it real. Thank you for listening. We will now return to the scheduled program." Rushed Naz, taking a deep breath before hand and not leaving a single gap in between words. Then, she and Josey understood the unintended pun and burst out laughing all over again.
"Time for interrogation." Ordered Johnson. Jackson grabbed Josey and Thompson grabbed Naz, and they were both dragged up to the interrogation room.
* * * * * * * *
Naz took her seat and looked up at the camera that was zooming in and out on her every now and then. She poked her tongue out and did a weird face. Johnson entered and she straightened herself out. Johnson took his seat in front of Naz and placed a big purple folder on the table.
"It seems, Miss John, that you have been living two lives-" Started Johnson.
"Where's Josey?" Interrupted Naz.
"May we continue?"
"Nope, not until you tell me where Josey is!"
"Next door. Jackson and Thompson are interrogating her."
* * * * * * (Next door) * * * * * *
"It seems, Mr.Anderson, that you have been living two lives...." Recited Josey. Jackson sat in front of her, and there was a red folder on the desk, looking very confused and startled.
"What are you doing?" He asked, blocking out mental messages from Thompson telling him to kill her.
"Huh? I honestly don't know! I keep getting this nagging feeling that I've been here before, but in your seat." Replied Josey, absent minded, as always.
"Hmmmmmmm....." Jackson wanted to wait for a message from Johnson before proceeding with the interrogation, in case there was a special way to deal with Josey in these situations.
* * * * * * (Back with Johnson and Naz) * * * * * *
"We will proceed! In one life, you are Natalie M-E. John. You are attendee of the welsh comprehensive school of Gŵyr, you live with your family which runs a pub, and you even do your own paper round in the mornings before school. In the other, you go by the hacker alias 'Haze' but are known by others as Naz. You are guilty of virtually nothing, but we can't help that now can we. Although, you are guilty of depriving a respectable software company of it's dignity by changing the sign of it's website to 'BJWorld'. Now, the reason why you're here. You're here because you know too much, and so does Miss Cheval, though; she is more dangerous due to the fact she talks about the Matrix in her sleep. My colleges and I have reason to believe you know where Agent exile Smith and Mr. Anderson are. Share your marvel with us...."
* * * * * * (Josey's interrogation) * * * * * *
"It seems, Miss Cheval, that you have been living two lives. In one life you are Joanne E. Cheval, you attend the welsh comprehensive school of Gŵyr. You live with your family, who more of less run a swimming club and do more work than the head coach ever could, you're excited about your birthday on Easter and you like to make other people happy. In the other life, you are Josey. You spend all your spare time on the computer discussing the Matrix and your dreams with Miss John and you don't have a clue on how to hack. Now, the reason why you're here. You're here because you are liable of giving out information on the Matrix while sleeping. Which brings me to a point, when you fell asleep during class today, do you know if you were talking or not?"
"Apparently I was, but I don't recall the happening. Naz said I called out 'Mr.Anderson' and that I was in the scene in the park with the big fight sequence. As I recall, Thompson? You were there?" Josey was an open book. Thompson Grunted disapproving of her knowledge.
"Did Miss John use an excuse for your actions?" Asked Jackson.
"I don't know! But when I woke up, I had a pair of gym socks in my mouth. That, to me, suggests that she wanted me to be mis-understandable. I do not blame her for her actions, as she did not have a pillow and she also did not want a black eye from waking me up." Carried on Josey.
"Understood. My colleges and I have reason to believe you know Mr.Anderson's and exile Agent Smith's whereabouts? Would you be so kind to enlighten us...?"
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Read the next chapter to find out exactly what Naz and Josey say. This is our reactions to being captured. We tend to have this effect on people....
~ ~ ~ ~ Josey ~ ~ ~ ~